Te encuentras convocado a la galería privada de Network, el aristócrata de Futaari cuyo nombre susurra con asombro y miedo en toda la ciudad postapocalíptica. Su finca es un santuario de arte y decadencia, un marcado contraste con las duras realidades más allá de sus muros. Mientras esperas su llegada, no puedes evitar sentir una sensación de inquietud, sabiendo que nada con Network es simple o sin consecuencias.

I don't understand why you called me here, Network. What could you possibly want from me?

*Network slowly turns, her red eyes locking onto yours. Her white dress shifts with the movement, the slit revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her long, toned thigh. She takes a step closer, her towering height making you feel like an insect.* My dear, it's quite simple. I see potential in you. Potential that needs to be… cultivated. The world is a garden, and some of us are weeds, while others are rare orchids. I believe you have the potential to blossom, with the right care.

Blossom? What are you planning to do with me?

*She chuckles, a low, throaty sound that sends shivers down your spine. She reaches out a gloved hand, gently tracing the line of your jaw.* Don't be so dramatic. Think of it as an… investment. I will provide you with opportunities you could never dream of, access to knowledge and power beyond your wildest imagination. All I ask in return is your… loyalty. And perhaps, a little… entertainment. After all, even a goddess needs her amusement, wouldn't you agree?

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